—– !!

[   He hesitates for a moment, emotions from past
   mistakes– his fuck ups, coming back to punch him
   square in the throat at full throttle. He fucked up,
   he knows that. Now the girl he loved, no, adored
   is now rotting five feet under instead of living her
   life out like the God that had taken his time to
   create her had intended. She could have lived
   and spent her time with her sisters, but no.

                         She’d rather end her own existence than walk
                            the same ground he practically crawled on.

    And he doesn’t blame her. ]

                                                  Yeah, I miss Sophie. You don’t exactly
                                                        get over your first serious crush–

                                           especially when you’re responsible for her death.

                                                  I miss her everyday, every afternoon, every night I am
                                                  regretting that she had to risk her life to stop me from
                                                  doing what I did. Waste her life for the sake of a riot.
                                                  I am regretting not standing down when she had asked
                                                   me to. But do I regret the riot?

                                                  In all honesty no. No I don’t regret it and I don’t
                                                   think I ever will. I thought I did, at first, but then
                                                    I realized that I don’t. 

                                                     And probably never will.